December 30, 2004
I am ashamed. My daughter is a wuss. She fell out about 10:00 tonight and left Stacey and me alone to play with guns, tell tall tales and burn the midnight oil. I am going to make Stacey a riflewoman. She has the right genes. She learned to load, unload and disassemble every gun that I don't own in my house tonight. If I had any guns here, I would have been impressed with her dexterity.
We had a great supper at The Sea Grill restaurant, where I fed the ladies more than they could eat. We went back to the Crackerbox and Sam decided that the place was NOT too filthy for her to spend the night, so Stacey and I put clean sheets on the bed and let Sam stagger off to sleep, which was rudely interrupted by me playing guitar for Stacey. Sam whined and we were compassionate. I think we said "STFU" only once.
This was a good evening. I like having company and I can't imagine any better company than what I had tonight. Them's good girls.
I intend to corrupt them both tomorrow.
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